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you that I'm holiday Styles. Lets celebrate. Heard you gettin money, I'll rob you right now. And you gon get popped in the head. True Story. Crips do they thing in blue, bloods pop off in red. Me
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{"Testify!"} Styles P. Time I testify, listen. Why Malcolm get killed by the N. O. I. ?. I'm yellow but I'm dark for real. And why nobody flip when Martin was killed?. Why Mandela did all them
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Turn it up, turn it up Swizz Beats the monster. Fix ya, face, Ruff Ryders, let's do it. D-Block, EVE, Styles P and Sheek, wasup, wassup. Let's do it Walk wit ya nigga, hawk wit ya nigga, I came to
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Rob the bank. Of England and America. Rob the bank. Of the entire euro zone Rob the bank. Of Mexico and Canada. Rob the bank. Then take me home. But take me home Chorus. Make love. Make love
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you the truth. But don't get it * up and get * up. Only thing sweet about P is his tooth And she could sleep with another dude. She gon' tell me where the safe at. The coke at, how to rob
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a hole in your jaw All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier. I'm trying to talk to a dime. Motherfucker, but I still take my time. Cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers I got a flow
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Styles P. Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~!. Yeah. Rashad (Styles P). Heyyyy-yayyyyy. You're the one (yeah). You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like). You're my favorite
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the nigga you could kick it wit. You gotta spot you wanna rob, I'm the nigga you could stick it wit. I'm in the studio, I'm droppin' pain on the beat. I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences
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Styles P + (Gerald Levert). (From the heart). This * is crazy Storch. (From the soul). Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh). I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart). Y'know I'm so much in the
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Styles, Dougal, Gammer
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Havoc Yeah! Watup, son?. Styles Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk * over this one. Havoc Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz. know why you
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Styles P. Ghost. Vinny Idol nigga. YEAH~! Flipsyde Flipsyde (Styles P). And I'm gonna burn one down (gonna burn. ). Burn one down (this song. the *. ). And I'm gonna burn one down (DOWN
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baby. Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby. And all you gotta do is chill a while. And then the hammer said "cool" 'cause you know that I feel you Styles I got a story to
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Styles P & Akon talking. What up John (testing one, two, three). What up Kon (hey convict music). Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P. Fresh white tee, fresh car walls, summertime
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day. and later goin' on to release his independent album,. Ludacris has inspired other radio jocks to persue careers in Hip-Hop. Meet Rob Quarters, a 62-year-old air personality from WZZZ in Bus
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answering machine beeps Styles P. Street life my niggaz. *'s a motherfucker you know?. I try to tell these shorties somethin. They look at me like, "What the *?. Nigga you worse than me
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nothing 'bout a rider like me. Rider like me Styles P. Listen ma, I'm far from a pimp. But we can do the thang cause the car got tints. My love's like a jungle, hop around like some chimps. Or we can
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f/ M. O. P. Styles. My style's louder than a stereo. Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers. then show up at the burials. I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
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Bài hát Wait On You - L. M. Styles. I will never leave you. In the pouring rain. And no matter what we go through. Love will still remain. So do what you want baby. You and me in the sun. (woo ooh
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!. You dealin with the set, YO! so y'all throw it up! Verse 2. It don't matter who you are, or what you say. aint no rapper you name fuckin wit Styles. and I'll probably die young, shot in the war. but
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My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah. Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records. Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand. Let 'em try, let 'em try now My life is all I have. My rhymes, my
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Chorus repeat 2X. If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night (yeah!). If I'm lookin' for something' then it's probly a fight. If I'm gonna * bitches then they better be tight. If that's dead, then